The album title is based on a remark made by British Prime Minister Theresa May "Brexit Means Brexit," and 'Gross Net is Gross Net' is just that – whatever Quinn sanctions the project to be. What it is is truly unique. Shaken by the political upheavals in the US and UK in 2016, the refugee crisis, and the consequences of present-day capitalism, Quinn mined internal feelings of mental anguish and slowly pieced the album together starting with acoustic guitar sketches that would evolve into the carefully crafted compositions that comprise 'Gross Net Means Gross Net.'

Well you’re ruining cities, with reckless abandon,
Paris, London, and Berlin,
You can travel for miles, and still be at home,
Yet my love is a slum, I’m condemned to,
As I crumble beneath, the masonry,
Holding on to, what once was dear,
Is it just nostalgia?
Is it much the same?
Just the same places, with the same pain?

Gasp on Amazon air,
Connecting to a moment.
A dot com meditation,
Serene and mindless,

The poor will drown,
I can barely lift a finger,
Natures not forever, yet we expect permanence.

Natures not forever, yet we expect permanence.
Nature is not forever, yet we expect permanence.
We expect, eternal bliss.

Who corrupted nature?
The chemicals in your nature,
Chemicals in your nature,
Give in to nature,
Give in, to, nature,

Give in to nature, give in to nature…
Give in…
Give in….

Track Name: Dust to Dust

Will I die, much too late or much too soon?
Oh pray,
That it be soon,
Will I look up long enough to notice?
The empty room,
The dusty room,
Not a footprint on the floor,
Nor a finger laid upon, not a broom,
To sweep clean and make space,
Refresh,

And you, you’re no different too,
Short sighted,
Blinded,
By a life no-one notices,
An empty room,
A loveless groom,
So lifeless too,
No footsteps echo,
No fingerprints impressed,
No caress, on your heart’s ante-chambers so repressed,

I’m not impressed.

Track Name: The Indignity of Labour

Wake up to the dark and,
Scream silently,
Temples gnaw at the throb of the cold,
You do not know for whom you bend,
As you stoop,
To collect the soap.
In your work-head a mind control,
I’ll give NOTHING away.

The indignity of labour,
The indignity of labour,
The indignity of labour,
Now do it for the pay…

What a way to make a living,
An eight hour locked-in body syndrome,
The practice of smoking,
Seems a good escape,

IS THERE NOT SOMETHING BETTER,
AT WHICH TO ASPIRE?
IS IT TO KEEP THE WOLF FROM THE DOOR,
FOR WHICH YOU PERSPIRE?

Dead-eyed and hiding in a toilet cubicle,
Please, a moment more,
These people make me nervous,
With their blah-blah-blah,

The indignity of labour,
The indignity of labour,
The indignity of labour,
Now do it for the pay…

The indignity of labour,
The indignity of labour,
The indignity of labour,
Now do it for the pay…

Track Name: Social Nationalists

The all serving identity in colours of primacy,
Shan’t afford a crossing,
Nor found a binding,
There are no papers of entry at all,
To parse the membrane, pursing the boundary.
These un-official borders guarded individually

In true independence, I cannot stand alone,
In true independence, I will not stand alone,

Coming together is falling apart,
Coming together is falling apart,
Coming together is falling apart,
Coming together is falling apart,
Coming together is falling apart,
Coming together is falling apart,
Coming together is falling apart,
Coming together is falling apart,

The colours run a blackened blood, running up the mast,
Crocodile mascara tears forgetful of all past.

In true independence, I cannot stand alone,
In true independence, I will not stand alone,

Coming together is falling apart,
Coming together is falling apart,
Coming together is falling apart,
Coming together is falling apart,
Coming together is falling apart,
Coming together is falling apart,
Coming together is falling apart,
Coming together is falling apart,